Il testo della California

California, california
You're such a wonder that i think i'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder that i think i'll sleep instead

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with rhoda
California, please

There's a moment i've been saving
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north freezing, little me drooling
'that's entertainment's' on at eight
Come on ginger slam

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And my new grandma bea arthur
Come on ever

Ain't it a shame that at the top
Peanut butter and jam they served you
Ain't it a shame that at the top
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
Yes, i fell for a streaker

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon

Ain't it a shame
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
Ain't it a shame that all the world
Don't got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in california

You're such a wonder that i think i'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that i think i'll sleep instead
You're such a wonder that i think i'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that i think i'll sleep instead